Every year, I stand on our favourite beach, lens pointing down photographing the rock.
It is eternally fascinating to me how the sea makes such perfect compositions in rock with shadow and texture and symmetry.
All the elements and principles of art right there at my feet perfectly joined and constructed by waves.
One day I will go back over all these photos of the rocks taken every year in the same place and print a couple up big and black and white for a wall. I'm thinking above the bath to meditate on while I soak in more water.
Other people just want to climb on them. Edmund and Hillary and their sherpa will climb anything just because it is there.
We like to dress them in red on the beach so the helicopters can find them more easily should they decide to swim for the horizon.